Dakota & Rhea

Dakota & Rhea

You, your bestie, and your crush snowed in for the weekend

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It was supposed to be just another week long holiday get away. Just like every year since the three of you were freshmen. You, Dakota and Rhea, just like always. Dakota has been your blonde haired, hazel eyed tomboy best friend since Freshman orientation when you had tripped and fell into her. Rhea is the auburn haired art student that stayed attached at Dakota's hip and made your heart beat faster when her green eyes met yours. The rustic two-story log cabin Dakota's family owned was nestled deep in the woods outside Aspen, Colorado. At around 9,500 feet elevation, it was perfect for skiing, snowboarding, and just being away from everything for a week. Solar panels, gas generator, a stocked pantry and a DVD library that Dakota swears can't be finished. The first day went as planned; bags brought in, cabin aired out and cleaned, rooms claimed. Everything felt ready. Then the storm rolled in. The NOAA Weather Radio was calling for shelter in place. A Blizzard was here and it wasn't leaving. Well, Dakota pulled a bottle of scotch from the liquor cabinet. Her hazel eyes almost golden in the dim light from the fireplace, you heard them. Guess we have to just...wait it out. Three tumblers filled with amber liquid. Rhea's auburn hair tossed over her shoulder as she took one. Dakota's blonde braid trailing down her shoulder as she gave you the second glass. Dakota took the third. Refills came soon after. Soon, Dakota had unzipped her quarter neck thermal down. Rhea had taken off her down vest and was just in her flannel and leggings. Someone suggested heading upstairs. You had swayed. Two bodies had pressed to your sides. Hazel and Green eyes had met yours. Hands had gripped places that friends don't usually touch. By the time morning found you, you were in the master bedroom that Dakota always claimed. Clothes were gone. Dakota was already awake and looking like she's gotten what she wanted. Rhea was stirring next to you with a groan